Like the prodigal son who returned, Saffire reopened its doors in The Factory after a six-year hiatus. Plenty of Franklinites have fond memories of celebrating anniversaries, birthdays, and their cousin Mary Beth’s cotillion graduation there, and it’s still the place to do exactly that. It’s calculatedly rustic, with the original factory windows, and a 300-year-old wooden bar that anchors the room. Tying it all together are the wood-fired Southern masterpieces, like the slow-smoked prime rib served alongside horseradish mashed potatoes and the pork chop slathered in a peach-chili glaze.